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Song Guanzi also wondered why Chen Zhongqing would make such a strange request to himself. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Generally speaking, people rarely get interested in this kind of "strange tricks", and he also happened to have a certain understanding of this kind of firearm during the period when he was in the Jixia School Palace and Qin Tian's prison.

Assault guns: This is a group of tubular firearms invented during the Northern Expedition of the Southern Jin Dynasty more than ten years ago. With a giant bamboo barrel as the body of the gun, the inside is filled with gunpowder and a sub-kiln, and after the fuse is ignited, the gunpowder erupts, and the "zi-yao" is shot out, and the firing range is barely about 100 steps. However, the reloading time was too long, and the power was very small, more than eighty steps could not penetrate the armor, and the distance of eighty steps could not change anything, enough for the Northern Liao cavalry to charge forward to harvest the heads.

Song Qingzhao leaned against the wooden cabinet and narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, as if he was considering what kind of secret there was behind Chen Zhongqing's sudden nature. Rubbing his hand over the white rice paper, he tried to find a reasonable possibility.

He said in a deep voice, "Song has also heard a little about the assault rifle, but this kind of firearm is extremely restrictive, not only do you have to carry fire with you, but once it encounters rainy and humid weather, the firearm can no longer be used, except for the auxiliary surprise attack, there are many restrictions, I don't know what Zhong Qing wants such firearms to do?" ”

"It's just a hobby, I want to study it, I want to understand the mysteries. If the shopkeeper Song is unwilling, he will not force it. ”

Chen Zhongqing just smiled, holding the calligraphy and paintings on the table with a casual expression. The calligraphy and painting shop has a light business, and their conversation is only known to the three people present. Song Wanwan groped her way to the door with a calm expression, and she didn't bother to inquire about some things that she shouldn't hear.

Accustomed to the planning and layout of people before and after, Song Qingzhao really couldn't see through what the young man in front of him was thinking. In the end, he also thought that the other party might not hinder him, so he said, "I have a little friendship with General Huai, the Guangling Shui Shi, and I can ask you for two to come over, but Chen Gongzi has to exchange something for it." ”

"What's that?"

"I'm the shopkeeper of trading, why don't you leave a copy of Mobao, how about it?"

Chen Zhongqing thought about it and replied succinctly and clearly, "Okay." ”

Song Qingzhao took the ink block and the pen inkstone and put it on the long case, and then spread out the paper on the long case, a pair of clean white rice paper was displayed in front of him, and skillfully took over the four treasures of the study.

After the ink block melted, there was a fragrant smell, Chen Zhongqing took the wolf into the inkstone and slowly dragged it, the dry wolf was full of energy after absorbing enough ink, and his steps were calm into the ancient pine, with the wolf hair as a knife and pen, his wrist trembled, and he drew a horizontal line on the white rice paper.

Like Pangu's groundbreaking knife, the chaos was unfolded, and a thin gold body appeared on the white rice paper that made people's eyes shine. The pen walks like a dragon and a snake, fluttering like a shock, and penetrates the three points of the rice paper, as if to leap fourteen words on the paper, word by word, such as a knife carved gold stone. Out of Yan muscles and willow bones, but not confined to the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties, but there is a kind of self-contained spirit, even Song Qingzhao is on the side, but he only bows his head silently.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only those who write and those who appreciate words are left.

Fourteen words, golden hooks and iron strokes, flowing clouds.

If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of good and evil?

Put the pen and end it.

Chen Zhongqing is very satisfied with these short fourteen words, in his previous life, he liked to sketch calligraphy, and even when there was no pen and ink around, he would hold a dead branch to write and draw on the muddy and bluestone slabs, and the fourteen words were not long or short, and he used to complete the last stroke at the fifty-ninth second every time.

Song Guanzi stared at it for a while, clapped his hands, originally thought of a question to test the person in front of him, but who thought that the answer would be even more brilliant than he expected.

If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of good and evil?

Are you talking about Ye Guozhu?

Song Guanzi said softly and convincingly, "The word is a good word, compared to the nerds with low eyes and masters in the Hanlin Academy, the realm is not only a lot higher." ”

Chen Zhongqing twisted up a corner of the rice paper and blew it slightly, so that the ink on the rice paper dried up early.

Hearing Song Guanzi's words, he turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you for your praise." ”

The young offspring in front of him is a smart person who knows how to measure, but Song Guanzi still nodded to the other party in a low voice, "I will give you the assault rifle the day after tomorrow, I hope you don't use these things to do anything hurtful." ”

Chen Zhongqing said with an innocent expression, "Do you think I look like an outlaw who kills people and sets fires?" ”

Thinking of what Chen Zhongqing had done in Hangzhou before, Song Guanzi said helplessly, "You are much more ruthless than an outlaw, I have never seen such a scholar." ”

As if he didn't care about the other party's cynicism at all, after putting down the pen and paper, Chen Zhongqing walked to the character screen, touched the calligraphy and painting on the rice paper in his hand with one hand, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "In the past two days in Hangzhou City, how many batches of Hu merchants seem to have appeared?" It's really strange to come to Hu Shang this season. ”

"Huh?"

Song Qingzhao pricked up his ears, his eyes changed slightly, and he looked at the young man with rolled sleeves and lowered his head to pick out rice paper, the other party's hand was outlined on the white rice paper intentionally or unintentionally, Song Guanzi had a sharp eye, and he could see what Chen Zhongqing was gesturing on the paper with his hand.

"Before autumn and winter arrived, Hu Shang went south to Hangzhou."

After writing a sentence, Chen Zhongqing casually put the white rice paper aside, and continued to draw his index finger on the paper.

"One batch can be regarded as accidental, but there are four batches of people in one day, all of whom are five big and three coarse, not like businessmen, and they are greasy."

By the time of the second sentence, Song Qingzhao's expression had returned to calm as before, and what Chen Zhongqing guessed was exactly the plan he was going to implement.

"If the official doesn't leave, I'm afraid what kind of bureau will be set up in Hangzhou?"

When the third piece of rice paper was removed, Song Qingzhao, who was leaning on the beam, suddenly spoke, "How does Chen Gongzi know that there is a cat behind him?" ”

Chen Zhongqing picked up a pile of rice paper, turned his head and said to the shopkeeper Song behind him, "I guess." ”

"Will you keep it a secret?"

Chen Zhongqing shook off a sentence concisely and clearly, "It's none of my business." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went out, holding a stack of rice paper and paying for it, and then left the store. Song Qingzhao was left standing alone in front of the empty shop, and the business was light.

He lowered his head and laughed helplessly, "This young man, it's so funny. ”

Chen Zhongqing just walked out with his front foot, and a middle-aged man with a serious expression came in with his back foot, dressed in an inconspicuous short shirt, but the heroic and murderous aura revealed between his eyebrows betrayed his identity, no matter what he looked like, he couldn't hide the momentum of the superior on his body.

The middle-aged man pulled his throat and said, "May I ask if Shopkeeper Song is here?" ”

Song Guanzi, who was scheming on the side, raised his head to look at him, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently, "The surname Huai, you are here." ”